Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Jamech ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Jamech had finally reached the top of the stairs, to the opening of the pyramid. Soon as he pushed aside the large boulder, which kept out all traces of sunlight, he had to quickly shield his eyes from the sun. "Cursed thing. Why did the Gods even create it? Fuck, why did Anubis even create us, vampires that is?" He exclaimed aloud, as he gathered a mental image of An'nu's home. He then touched his middle and forefinger together on his left temple. Then closed his eyes and aloud said, "GO!" And at that, Jamech was there, standing in front of An'nu's home. He looked around, scanning his surroundings. A tall home, two-stories in total. He could count about fifteen windows on the front of the house alone. There was a bay window, exposing the sitting area of the kitchen. The rest of the windows had semi- see through curtains covering them. Jamech slowly started forwards, towards the front door. He walked along the cobblestone path, which An'nu's grandfather had laid for her parents when they got married and moved into this house. Beautiful flowers, of every color, shape and size decorated the sides of the path. The grass was a dark forest green, and a few sakura trees were placed randomly.
"What a cute little place. It makes me sick. I simply despise human existence, and all their strange ways. Gardening above all. It's the dumbest thing I've seen or heard.." He mumbled this to himself, as a gentle summer breeze pushed his golden hair to the side.

An'nu slowly drifted out of her deep sleep. She felt refreshed, what with a four-hour nap and a shower before that. By now her silky brown hair was dry, and shimmering in afternoon sunlight that slipped through her curtains. Slowly, she sat up and dropped her feet to the floor. She felt around for some socks that might be strewn on the floor. An'nu was in general, a neat freak, but also very lazy at times. So clothes and books and papers could be seen scattered across her room, and bathroom. "Well damn, I guess I'll have to get out a clean pair. Laundry just keeps piling itself up. This is way more annoying than I thought." She complained aloud. She slowly stood up, reaching her hands above her head to stretch, her tank top revealing all but her breasts.
She casually walked towards her armoire and pulled open the doors. She grabbed a pair of socks off one of the shelves, and sat on the floor to pull them on. She then went to her vanity, and sat hunched over in front of the mirror. She then grabbed her brush, and gently began to brush her hair; it was very tangled after all. Once said action was completed she rose to her feet, and once more headed down the stairs. Once to the bottom, she turned to the left and walked into the living room. At first she didn't notice anything different in the room. She just went to the cuckoo clock, rewound it, and looked at the time. "HOLY SHIT! It's six o'clock already?!" She blurted aloud. She then turned around, and walked a few steps. But only after three did she freeze dead in her tracks. Sitting in the recliner chair was a handsome stranger. Golden hair flowing down to his collarbone. Blue eyes glittering like sapphires in the remainder of the afternoon sun that could find it's way through the curtains. Pale skin, paler than any she had seen in her life, encased his frame. Long black pants covered his muscular, yet slender legs. A black, skintight shirt clung to his chest. His chest, was what caught her eye secondly. It boasted firm muscles, which were very visible through his tight shirt. A long black trench coat, open, hung down from his shoulders to the floor. Slowly he rose to his feet, his tall frame dwarfing her by a good bit. He was six-four easily, and she only five-nine. "Who the hell are you! And why are you in my house!" An'nu exclaimed, worry highly noticeable in her velvet voice. Jamech merely smiled, mostly at her beauty, which had caught him off guard, and by her slight accent. He mockingly ran his fingers through her hair, a malevolent grin upon his face. "I am Jamech, high prince of the Great God Anubis's vampires. I'm here to make sure nothing happens... to you." He laughed to himself. The way he made his presence known was very unorthodox. Anubis wouldn't want her to know Jamech was even there, unless necessary. But Jamech had quite the inflated ego, and it didn't phase him one bit what Anubis truly thought or wanted at the least.
It was all An'nu could do to just gawk at the man. She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed his index finger over her lips. Whatever it was, this never had stopped An'nu before from speaking. People in the past tried the finger over her mouth, or a whole hand at that. It never held her words back, but this time was extremely different. She was entranced, no doubt. But by what? His height, for she surely had never met a soul that tall. His pale skin? No, she had seen people who couldn't tan, and their skin was that tone. It was his beauty, she finally concluded in her mind. He was the most handsome man she'd seen in her life. But she wasn't about to let that keep her back. She finally shook her head and came to her senses. Again she opened her mouth to speak, and words came out. "I don't know what the hell you think you are doing here, but I strongly suggest you get the fuck out of my house." She snapped, her emerald eyes gleaming hard with anger.
"Or what? Will you bitch slap me? Or kick me? I'm so damn afraid.. Look I'm shaking in my knees!" He said that with such sarcasm, it made her sick. Indeed what was going to happen next totally took him by surprise. She quickly raised her right hand, and popped him one good, on the side of his face. A blood red handprint was the remnants of the slap. Jamech flinched and stepped backwards. He definitely wasn't expecting her to actually do something. "I SAID GET OUT!" She yelped again. He simply laughed, and rolled his gorgeous eyes, and shook his head...

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